Umrandungen, Vol. 1

Umrandungen-01-09 (Remastered 2025)

🎧 OPEN VERSE CHALLENGE – LET’S COLLAB! 🎤
Feel the vibe? Now it’s your turn.
This track is open for any artist, rapper, singer, or creative who wants to drop a verse.
Record your part over the beat and tag me or send it to 📩bossmusice@gmail.com ou https://www.instagram.com/bossmusicent_/.
🔥 The best versions might get reposted or featured in an official remix.

👉 Use the hashtag #SpaceOpenVerse #SpaceEP #OuterSpaceVibes
🎶 Track Name: “Lagosta” 🍤💃
📍 BPM: 85

🎧 COLLAB TIME! 🎤
Gostaste da vibe? Então adiciona o teu verso!
Esta faixa é aberta para artistas, rappers, cantores e criativos que quiserem deixar a sua marca.
Grava o teu verso em cima do beat e marca-me ou envia para 📩 bossmusice@gmail.com ou https://www.instagram.com/bossmusicent_/.
Os melhores poderão ser repostados ou incluídos numa futura versão oficial.

🔥 Usa a hashtag: #SpaceCollabChallenge #SpaceEP #OuterSpaceVibes
📍 Menciona o nome da faixa: “Lagosta”
🎙️ BPM: 85

L a g o s t a

Smash Burger

released June 8, 2025
hat man can ltd records, chris browne browneproject all rights reserved
download on bandcamp music today with full lyrics - https://browneproject.bandcamp.com/track/east-side-red-sky
Full Lyrics below this line..

East Side Red Sky (Official) Chris Browne BrowneProject. produced mixed written
composed by Christopher Patrick Brown music and lyrics composer.
Hat Man Can LTD Records all rights reserved.
Download direct from Chris's BandCamp music page
lyrics
From the bright side to the to the dark side we are going east side again.
I see the rain drops falling from these huge grey clouds above fall back into the lake but I never see the surface break out eyes turn grey.

Lone wolf cities heights sky scrapers dark nights in the fight or flight adrenaline fueled first fights.

Now your all alone waiting for better days to come,
You sit by the phone stare at the walls you wait me for me to call.
When Every little thing will just seam to break and fall that is when I will give you a call. A call...

From the bright side to dark side we are going east side again.
I see the rain drops falling from these huge grey clouds above fall back onto the lake but I never see the surface break as seasons change our eyes turn grey.

Sky scrappers bright lights lone wolf citie heights sky scraper bright lights.

Your all alone waiting for better days to come you sir by the phone star at the walls you wait for me to call.
When everything will break abd fall il give you a call.

Break and fall...

East Side Red Sky

Snake's Valley

[Intro]
Just two friends in an old car ride
Hearts wide open, nowhere to hide
The heater’s broke, but we don’t mind
We’ve got girl problems and time

[Verse 1]
Me and Bill were tight since ninth grade gym
Talkin’ 'bout love on a teenage whim
The old car rattled like a coffee can
But it rolled uphill like a stubborn man

We found a spot where the stars stood still
Engine off, just parked on a hill
Cold air wrapped us like a woolen sheet
While we fixed the world from a bench seat

[Chorus]

Hi there fellas, said the man in blue
We jumped like kids with nothin' to do
No beer, no smokes, just talkin’ it through
He laughed, said, “I’ve been young like you”
Foggy windows and frozen toes
Just spillin’ secrets the heart only knows
“Hi there fellas,” now it makes us grin
Two boys talkin’ 'bout love again

[Verse 2]
Bill’s girl left him a note on his shoe
Mine just said, “I need someone new”
So we played like shrinks with a dashboard light
Two hopeless romantics on a Saturday night

Didn’t need a party, didn’t need a plan
Just a bench seat, and a brother in man
Sometimes the best nights have no design
Just you, the stars, and a friend who’s kind

[Chorus]
"Hi there fellas," said the man in blue
We smiled through the fog, didn’t know what to do
No crime, no fuss, just payin’ our dues
He said, “Keep talkin’—it’ll get you through”
Cold air outside, but hearts were warm
Two teen philosophers ridin’ the storm
“Hi there fellas,” still rings like a bell
That night we had nothin’ to sell

[Bridge]
Now Bill’s in Denver, I’m in L.A.
We text now and then when life goes astray
But when I’m feelin’ lost or need a grin
I think of that knock—and Bill

[Final Chorus]
Hi there fellas, echoes in time
Of broken hearts and friendship prime
No cuffs, no trouble—just caught mid-rhyme
Two boys sortin’ love in a teenage mime
We had no answers, just the drive
But man, that night we felt alive
Hi there fellas, what a perfect scene
Two kids, one cop, and fogged up dream

[Outro]
Fog on the glass, stars overhead
Laughin’ at the tears we both had shed
Just Bill, me, and a night so grand
With a cop who seemed to understand
Hi There Fellas!

Hi There Fellas!

I explain that our inner dark side can be sweet sometimes...

My Sweet Darkness House Version

I wasn't the storm
Wasn't the calm
Wasn't even the damn weather report
Just a line somebody skipped
while looking for the chorus

You kept a jar of sugar packets
from diners you don't remember
Me?
I was one of those
Sweet for a second
Then tossed in the glovebox
with expired maps and parking fines

I bought you soup when your sky cracked
You left me waiting on a Tuesday
A Tuesday, man?
The least poetic day of the week

You kept my jokes
but not my number
Told your friends
"she was... funny, I guess"
Hell of a eulogy

I was just a footnote for you
barely there, barely blue
Some flicker in the rearview
of a road you never meant to drive
Yeah...
I was just a footnote for you
But you?
You were a whole damn book for me

I made you pancakes once
You said you were allergic to mornings
And love
And me, apparently

You ever try deleting a voicemail
just so you don't memorize the silence at the end?
Yeah...
Me neither

I was just a footnote for you
just a scene that didn't test well
so they cut it in the final draft
But I kept your ghost in my guitar case
your laugh in the pocket of a coat I never wear
You were thunder
And I was...
a line break
Or less

You thought I was a footnote?
Baby, I'm the erratum
Printed loud
Page one
Right under your regrets

Just a Footnote

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Afro Flame

When the Wind Comes Home

Composed, performed, arranged, recorded, and produced by nNIMAa.

Just a Footnote

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